Reese:Dax, put your phone down. He's going to notice.
Dax:Um, you and Mike have your phones out too.
Mike:My wife is due next week. I have an excuse to be on it.
Reese:And I’m not the one trying to eat three tacos while texting. You’re drawing too much attention to yourself.
Madison:Wait, are you actually eating three tacos?
Reese:He’s lost two of them.
Dax:No, I didn’t. The stuffing fell out.
Madison:I need a photo of this immediately.
Mike:[attached photo]
Madison:SCREAMING.
Olivia:Is that taco in his hair?
Reese:Yes.
Dax:Thanks. Don’t want that going to waste.
Mike:Oh. Honey just texted him.
Madison:HOW DO YOU KNOW?!
Mike:Because his entire face changed. He’s got that goofy Honey smile on his face.
Olivia:??
Tiff:??
Madison:??
Mike:And Dax just dropped all three tacos.
Dax:In my defense, it was an obvious struggle that no one helped with.
Reese:Zach looked up.
Dax:And I covered my mistake beautifully.
Reese:You said, “I just remembered I left the oven on,” and now the night’s ending early because Zach is going to drive you home. Real smooth.
Mike:I’m going with them. I don’t trust him.
Madison:None of us do.
Dax:You’ll thank me later.
Tiff:We won’t.
Mike:Update. We made it back to the apartment alive. Barely. Dax tried to order delivery tacos on the drive home because apparently three wasn’t enough.
Dax:What can I say? Losing burns calories.
